`Coming Of Age`

Rogue Gunner in the Falklands 2007.

The guns fell silent his ears ringing like church bells

Warm sunlight hit his face like a smile from God

The mist of battle drifted over his friends, no one spoke

Filling his lungs with air he could taste the cordite

Eyes stinging he thought of nothing

He was alive

He was Twenty years old

A tear trickled down the side of his face

He wiped it away and pushed on up the hill.

© Mack (RG) The thoughts of a Falklands War Veteran.
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